Lyrics:
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
cracking jaws
I speak in 3rd person guess I'm using metaphors
Swing a sword like He-man while fighting Skeletor
Do I need to say more? I see fear when we
got to walk it by myself.
[2nd & 3rd times:]
You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
on the wall we pissy drunk at the players ball/
3rd Verse
It was on playboy at tonight’s main event/
Dos Equis had the yacht the models was heaven sent/
Labatt
on the cbc
go tell it to the mountain
go tell it to the deepest sea
go tell it to every mother
you can cool it with the 3rd degree
we're just happy sewing
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
youngins go step on him
Fuck that nigga can't rep off me
Murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one
to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her
despise me
Yeah call you a peter you denying
Yeah yeah I was in 3rd grade
Watched niggas get shot up in the worst way
Thankfully I'm still seeing them
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
me word
You get paroled on the 3rd
Ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin'
Still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying
to the muthafuckin dogg house
Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
Ready for the hoes, who ready to roll
Gone with the wind, you been ready to blow
Blow my high, don’t kill the vibe
3rd degree still burning slow
You could
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
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